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“What is your name?” I finally asked on that cold and hopeless morning, as we stood naked on the hilltop, knowing we were irredeemable....

Both are watered together, Faux-foliage and living plants, A mixture blessed by my spouse. Dampened in the early morning sun, Facets from...

Twelve of us dropped our pale feet against the ground on your orders thinking between the lines of a silk edged rope that perhaps despite...